I SAID. I knew that as soon as everyone realized there wasn’t actually a fire, they’d come streaming back into the theater. “W-what are you doing in here?” Fiona stammered. “Maggie asked me to investigate who was harassing her, and I just caught you in the act.” Fiona snorted. “That’s so Maggie. You play a few pranks and she calls in a private detective. God, she is such a drama queen.” “I’d say someone trying to ruin her opportunity to dance in front of Oscar and steal her big break warrants some extreme measures,” I said pointedly. “You think I’m trying to dance in front of Oscar?” Fiona asked, horrified. “Why else would you be harassing her” I asked. “I wanted to dance some performances on this tour, so sure, I took her wig that one time and set up some fake wake-up calls, but I would die if I had to dance tonight. Oscar would eat me alive. I don’t need to read about how not talented I am!” “Then why did you install that app on her phone that made her late?
